MaplessJourneys
Walking through the lands alone,
He, unaware of the awaiting storms,

In the quest of nature's wonders,
Landing, where there in acres,

eye-catching frondescence relies,
Craving the bittersweet feel, to unravel,

Where, in heightened spirits, plants sway,
Wavy streams, in sweet rhytm overplay,

Under the grey skies wildlife playing wild,
His nerves in awe, curious like a child,

His heart starts racing,before zooming herd,
Rushed with his camera, bewildered,

Gloworm cave the somber air, brows,
Into glowy and squishy soft clouds,

An eerie view that once gavehim goosebumps,
When meant to offer the sight of catacombs,

Gathered by the illuminating fragrance,
Of Rhine, he carved a poem, by chance...

His mind opens to the territories,
To journeys, essence of his observatories




© umama^